Roy's mind blurred in and out of reality, his vision hazy. Even the system's blaring warning gradually faded into a high-pitched frequency noise.
He could feel the vile taint of corruption defiling his soul.
The black mass of endless death and destruction slowly ravaged his pure Ether-filled soul.
Even his mutated Ether Genesis didn't put up much of a fight against the ravaging conquest of the sickening force of corruption.
Arrrghhhh!
He would have started thinking of a way out if he could, but his mind couldn't function — too busy enduring the soul-shredding pain.
He could feel the sinister force slowly encroaching toward his attribute stars, aiming to devour them whole.
Not only that — because of the Assimilation skill, Velra, Trion, and his newly summoned Heaven-Devouring Slime were also at risk of being corrupted.
